Hold On

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Noah, Noah let me come in. Doors all faste'n and the windows pinned. 

Keep your hand on that plow, Hold on. 

Noah said you done lose your track, can't plow staight and keepa lookin' back

Keep your hand on that plow, Hold on. 

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Hold on, Hold on. Keep your hand on that plow and Hold on. 

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Mary had a golden chain, every link spelt my Jesus' name. 
Keep your hand on that plow, Hold on. 

Keep on plowin' and don't you tire. Every rung goes higher and higher. 

Keep your hand on that plow, Hold on. 

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Hold on, Hold on. Keep your hand on that plow and Hold on. 

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If you wanna get to heaven to heaven well I'll tell ya how. Just keep your hand on that gospel plow. 

Keep your hand on that plow, Hold on. 

And if that plow stays in ya hand, lead you straight to that gospel land. 

Keep your hand on that plow, Hold on. 

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Hold on, Hold on. Keep your hand on that plow and Hold on. 
 

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My Soul’s Been Anchored in the Lord

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In de Lord, in de Lord
My soul's been anchored in de Lord
Befo' I'd stay in hell one day
My soul's been anchored in de Lord;
I'd sing an' pray myself away
My soul's been anchored in de Lord
I'm goin' to pray an' never stop
My soul's been anchored in de Lord;
Until I've reached the mountain top
My soul's been anchored in de Lord

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Strange Fruit

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Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

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A-tisket a-tasket

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A-tisket a-tasket
A green-and-yellow basket
I bought a basket for my mommie
On the way I dropped it
I dropped it, I dropped it
Yes, on the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up
And took it to the market
She was truckin; on down the avenue
Without a single thing to do
She was peck, peck, peckin; all around
When she spied it on the ground
A-tisket a-tasket
She took my yellow basket
And if she doesn't bring it back
I think that I shall die
No, no, no, no
(Was it brown?) No, no, no, no
(Was it blue?) No, no, no, no
Just a little yellow basket

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Freedom Song

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We won't rest till freedom comes

Because Black Lives Matter, yes Black Lives Matter. 

We won't rest till freedom comes

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We won't rest till justice comes

Because Black Lives Matter, yes Black Lives Matter. 

We won't rest till justice comes

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Don't give up because things get tough.

Because Black Lives Matter, yes Black Lives Matter. 

Don't give up because things get tough.

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I am Moses, the Liberator

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I am Moses the Liberator. Moses the Liberator

You keep on going or die.

When I took on the role of liberatior, I said to myself.

There's one of two things I have a right to,

One of those things, My liberty or my death.

If I cannot have one, I would have the other.

For no man shall take me alive.

I am Moses, stealer of slaves. 

I stole my mother, father, cousins, borhters.

We do not turn back.

We've come this far and now you're scared? You're scared.

Well, well, well, well.

I'll hold my revolver to the space between your...

Dogs yet baying in the midnight air.

Patterrollers footsteps closing in. What's it gonna be now?

Dead negroes tell no tales.

You keep on going or die. Keep on going. Keep on going.

If you're tired, Keep on going; and if youre scared, keep on going.

If you're hungry keep on going.

If you want to taste freedom, keep on going.

Set your mind to freedom and the promised land.

We shall be free, just like in the scriptures, free indeed.

We shall be free, free, free.

I want to be free. We shall, be free.

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Lift Every Voice and Sing

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Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on till victory is won
Stony the road we trod
Bitter the chastening rod
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died
Yet with a steady beat
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered
Out from the gloomy past
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast
God of our weary years
God of our silent tears
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way
Thou who has by Thy might Led us into the light
Keep us forever in the path, we pray
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee
Shadowed beneath Thy hand
May we forever stand
True to our God
True to our native land
Our native land

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